Jhene Aiko - Terrorist Threats lyrics

[Intro: Ab-Soul] Wicked as Aleister Crowley, you n***as know me [Bridge: Jhene Aiko] Kick your game, spit your flow Can't f** with this Top Dawg sh** though [Hook: Ab-Soul] Wish I could see out of Sela**ie' eye Maybe my sovereignty would still be mine If all the gangs in the world unified We'd stand a chance against the military tonight [Verse 1: Ab-Soul] Babylon, Babylon Out my window all I see is Babylon On the news all I see is Babylon And all n***as do is just babble on Money and hoes, want money and hoes If I sold dope, I'd have plenty of flows If I was from the projects like Jay Rock I woulda more than likely slang rocks All my life I done been around Crips and Bloods Pimps and thugs (Just to name a few) I do d**, momma say it's in my blood But she don't know what the f** I've been through To creep through the back door The typical black boy in the good old USA Before I pushed rhymes like weight I used to wanna play for the NBA Hey... f** I'm doing talking 'bout pineal gland Ancient ways of Sumerians Ain't nothing wrong with a righteous man Damn... This why I had to write this man For my n***as on the corner, selling water To somebody's daughter, fluctuating prices man I ain't got no gavel I ain't tryna fight nobody battle I just wanna be free I ain't tryna be nobody's chattel [Hook] [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] (Extra pills, extra pills) Them AK clips stay extra peeled Smoking on some of that extra k** Purple Urkel, that Jaleel I put that on everythang If we could link up every gang And n***as is willing to bear the pain We'd put the White House lights out today Okay-kay-kay We mobbing like we the black KKK Don't forget my a.k.a. Mayday Pee on your Ph. D. or your AA Hey, Dear Barack I know you just a puppet but I'm giving you props You lying to the public like it ain't nothing And I just love it, I hope it don't stop I don't give a damn, n***a bang that block I don't give a f**, n***a bang that Glock I seen an image of Hitler in the picture When the twin towers dropped Peep the concept You've got progress, you've got congress We protest in hopes they confess Just proceed on your conquest I ain't got no gavel I ain't finna fight nobody battle I just wanna be free I ain't finna be nobody's chattel [Hook] [Verse 3: Danny Brown] (Extra pills, extra pills) Nose candy rain like Soul 4 Real My baby needs some enfamil So bags get stuffed like Oprah grill Pull around, come back, oh, for real? Top blew off, loafers in teal Get lined up like homeless meals Feeling if he know how being homeless feels? Okay-kay-kay Don't try to stop it, get in my way You'll get stomped like a Broadway play AK melee make ya obey, okay? Feel my pain Going insane, I'm ashamed Cause I ain't got sh** but an EBT card From a fiend that owe me and it's in her daughter name How the f** is they 'posed to eat? How the f** am I 'posed to eat? Got a n***a in the streets, no health care Tryna slang weed just to put shoes on his feet So f** you, you don't give a f** about me Can't get a job if they drug test me Got a n***a stressed depressed Got a feeling in his chest and the world's stripped of happiness I ain't got no gavel I ain't tryna fight nobody battle I just wanna be free I ain't finna be nobody's shadow